The word lazy has floated around between my partner Ophelia and I quite a few times over the past few months. I’m really interested in nailing down a definition to this word because I do not necessarily see there being anything wrong with laziness if it serves you. For instance, I once heard from someone that shortly after emerging from the pool, while she prepared to do some work that needed to be done, someone called and volunteered to do the work for her (a partner or assistant perhaps). ‘Guess what I said,’ she recanted to us. ‘YES! And I got back in the pool. Man, I love being lazy.’
Okay, this woman is a multimillionaire capital venturist. She said to us, ‘I love being lazy.’ I do not find lazy to be a bad word. She’s done the work necessary to get to a status where she can afford to spend the day in the pool if she likes. That’s the exact kind of lazy that I favor. When you’ve created the life that you desire for yourself, lazy is a matter of personal opinion. Only you have the power to make lazy a dirty word. If you’ve worked, saved, sacrificed and planned to create the life of your dreams and part of that life involves spending three days a week doing nothing more strenuous than lying in your hammock reading a book (or not reading a book) then who’s to call you lazy? Who has earned that right? Only you, right?
